My Dad died suddenly four years ago from a brain aneurysm, on Fathers Day. I have 2 ‘half’ siblings that were living with my Dad when he died. When he died the Mr. and I took custody of them. Matt and Mandy were 12 and 14 at the time. They are now 16 and almost 18! This poem is about how important it is to me to get this story right.

“…see far ahead
Of me”
Jenn, I enjoyed this soo much. certain line breaks, like the one above, are almost breathtaking.
I too am sorry. The photo below the poem is “mood-telling” in you know what I mean, and very revealing of the struggle. Honored to read this.
Jim

When he was younger, my son and I used to catch glowing bugs in our hands at night
– such simple things, taken for granted, now missed.
As the oldest of four, this piece hits home, but more so, in yesterday.
When lost, as children, I led siblings back ‘to start’ in a follow the leader child chain.
But as adults, even living within reasonable visitation distance, we couldn’t be more disconnected.
Hearing voices, paranoia, raving loudly to myself alone, being unbalanced, coping badly – that’s not something to share with them now, but maybe, hopefully, the others are closer.
There was evidence suggesting that.
They probably are.

Regardless of means, there’s points here, for plucking alive, long coldly static, heart strings.
That’s not easy to come by, when dealing with a reader, this jaded, this cynical.
There’s a tinge, almost like admiration accompanying those ‘plus marks’, for picking them up, for ‘family care’, but that requires trust, and that’s not to be handed out casually in virtual realms, or even elsewhere.
I DO forget the points right, far too easily, for such warm motions, like welfare.
But for now…thank you much
for sentiment and tug,
Mrs. Jennifer,
with the writings thereof.
(I’ll apologize in advance, at the risk of doing so somewhat insincerely, for not knowing which social infractions were enacted, aside from length, advance apology, general lack of tact, and bad rhyme.)

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